โหลดเพลง mp3 Pretty Boy Floyd - Woody Guthrie

Pretty Boy Floyd - Woody Guthrie
If you'll gather 'round me children

A story I will tell

'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd an outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee

Yes it's a Saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in his wagon

As into town they rode

There a deputy sheriff approached him

In a manner rather rude

Vulgar words of anger

An' his wife she overheard

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed his gun;
In the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down

But a many a starving farmer

The same old story told

How the outlaw paid their mortgage

And saved their little homes

Others tell you 'bout a stranger

That come to beg a meal

Underneath his napkin

Left a thousand dollar bill

It in was Oklahoma City

It was on a Christmas Day

There was a whole car load of groceries

Come with a note to say:

Well you say that I'm an outlaw
You say that I'm a thief

Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief

Yes as through this world I've wandered

I've seen lots of funny men;

Some will rob you with a six-gun

And some with a fountain pen

And as through your life you travel

And as through your life you roam

You won't never see an outlaw

Drive a family from their home